Qingying paused, she looked back at Meng Zhao on the bed, her eyes moved down to his long legs hidden under the quilt.

Her mind suddenly flashed back to the night when they went to a farm in the suburbs to relax and were drenched by heavy rain.

He lay on the bed, groaning in pain, his handsome face turned pale with pain, and cold sweat kept coming out.

It was she who took the initiative to push him out that caused him to get wet in the rain.

The weather has turned cooler in recent days, and Qingying is worried that Meng Zhao's old illness will relapse, and he will be in pain like before.

Because of the guilt in her heart, her heart softened, she took off her coat, lifted her legs and got on the bed.

Qingying lifted the quilt and lay down slowly. She slept on the inside of the bed and Meng Zhao slept on the outside.

Qingying thought that after she warmed up the quilt, she would move a position for Meng Zhao to sleep inside.

This carved step-out bed was neither too big nor too small, and when the two slept together, their bodies would inevitably touch.

Qingying's hands and feet accidentally touched Meng Zhao, and her body stiffened. She quickly moved back, leaving two palm widths between her and him.

He was the master and she was the concubine. She

knew that he hated her and didn't like her climbing into bed.

Naturally, she would stay away from him and not overstep the line. She would quietly warm the bed for him and then get up and leave.

Meng Zhao glanced at Qingying's distant and cold look, he pursed his lips, his eyes dimmed slightly, but he didn't say anything.

The candles on the table burned slowly, and the candle oil dripped down like tears.

Time passed slowly, and the room was silent.

Gradually, two quarters of an hour passed, and the quilt became warm.

Aoying had made love twice today, and her body was tired. As soon as she touched the pillow, she felt drowsy. She gritted her teeth and resisted, so she could control herself from falling asleep.

Seeing that the quilt was getting warm, she raised her body slightly, looked at Meng Zhao beside her, and asked softly: "Young Master, the quilt is warm, take a look, is it OK?"

Meng Zhao was dozing with his eyes closed. Hearing the girl's soft voice, he didn't even lift his eyelids, touched the place where Qingying was lying, and said in a light voice: "It's not warm enough, keep it warm for a little longer."

"Yes."

Qingying had no choice but to lie back and continue to warm the quilt for Meng Zhao.

When she lay back, the comfortable and warm quilt made her sleepiness worse. After half a minute, she couldn't hold on and fell asleep completely, even forgetting that she had to get up and leave.

The girl beside her was sleeping quietly, with even and steady breathing.

Meng Zhao opened his dark and deep phoenix eyes, staring at Qingying's sweet and naive sleeping face in a trance.

The girl's red lips were rosy, and her two plump lips were slightly pouted, like a cherry tempting to be tasted.

Meng Zhao's throat tightened and he swallowed silently.

He suddenly wanted to kiss her. He wanted to kiss her when she was giving him a blowjob.

The impulse in his heart became stronger and stronger. Meng Zhao slowly moved over and gently pressed his thin lips against hers.

The girl was still sleeping soundly and did not react.

He was brave enough to open his mouth and hold her soft lips and lick them. He

took a light bite. They were very soft and tasted sweeter than he had imagined.

It was numb and tingling, and somewhat addictive.

Meng Zhao held Aoying's head, licked her soft lips gently, and tried to pry open her teeth with the tip of his tongue and probed into her mouth.

"Hmm..." Aoying frowned and groaned. She felt something foreign in her mouth in her sleep, so she stuck out her tongue, trying to push the man's tongue out.

Meng Zhao was afraid of waking her up, so he didn't move and let her push his tongue out.

But he didn't stop there. She tasted so good that he hadn't kissed her enough and didn't want to stop.

The tip of his tongue traced her lips, but he didn't put it into her mouth again. Instead, he held her soft lips outside and nibbled them gently. They were

so soft, even softer and more elastic than new tofu.

Meng Zhao held the girl's lips, which were as soft as fruit flesh, in his mouth for two quarters of an hour before he was willing to stop.

He raised his head, and the lips that were gradually separated from each other were connected by a transparent silver thread, which was stretched out long.

The girl's two plump lips were kissed until they were a little red and swollen, and they were chubby, with a layer of crystal clear liquid on them, which looked a little voluptuous and tempting.

If he was not afraid of waking Qingying, Meng Zhao would have wanted to press her down and kiss her for a while.